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  Jan 2016 murf
Pauline Morris
**** the happy people that depression never struck
**** the happy people and all of their good luck
**** the happy people who've never known this strife
**** the happy people who've never used a razor or a knife
**** the happy people that the monsters never came
**** the happy people with no voices in their brain
**** the happy people that with the universe they have no gripe
**** the happy people and their ******* happy lifes
This is not a hate poem I do not hate or dislike happy people it is just simply a poem about my depression and my longing to be , at times at lest happy. Any one suffering with maniac depression or depression should understand this ink.
murf Jan 2016
Of course I'll lie
It's so much fun, to make up stories
Adding, to the imagination's glory

What happened, doesn't matter
Let me serve it to you, on a platter

Maybe it's not, maybe it's true
For me, Most important is you


"Don't lie"

Oh! I wish I could lie
murf Jan 2016
She
She came
I saw
She Conquered
murf Jan 2016
I don't need to  justify You
to enter my  life
Come as you like
And go as you like
There are still
people in the
World
With
Clean eyes

The people
Who have
A pleasant
Profile

Their pure
Scent is
Another simile
For goodness

I've lost my
Bronze shiny
Anchor

Therefore
Anaforas in
Before spring
Blossoms do
Afloat

Me and you
Are a rolling
Records

Cosily unbound
Wraped around
The ancient aquamarine
Amphoras

As the numinous, dire
Paragraphs of our lifes
Know also of the succulent
Sweetness. Inspiration.
And everything.

I am. You.
Omnipresent

We collide with marvels.
Rainbowy bubble plops.
The world is back again.
Trickeling over tenderly
Undulated membranes.
Also the eyelid seas.

United in the ephemeral,
Ever changing images.

Desire and goodness.
The day and those nights.
Imagined by
ImpeccableSpace
Poetic writer
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